This will look so much better when it’s smothered in Kentucky Blue grass and drive ways. /S
This will look so much better when it’s smothered in Kentucky Blue grass and drive ways. /S
Right? I find solace in the fact that I can update individual parts of my PC over the years to play whatever new game catches my fancy. Buying a whole new console every generation seems wasteful.
I’m definitely not on board with pixel chasers upgrading graphic cards every year, though. That feels even more wasteful.
Can a game be flagged as 'contains AI generated elements ’ by the community?
This could be useful, but could also be abused by chuds that want to brigade a game they don’t like.
I found one of those in the back of a taxi before my first smartphone.
I read through the guys messages and decided he was an abusive asshat. Kept it, wiped it, used it as an mp3 player until the screen cracked in my back pocket.
To this day I cringe whenever I see someone keeping their phone in a back pocket.
It still blows my mind how fast my friends and I were able to text on feature phones with T9.
I wonder if the suggestions ended up shaping our language patterns.
It’s that what happened when a popular post that was ‘blowing up’ on Reddit went from 500 updoots on the front page to mediocre front-page posts regularly getting 3-4k updoots seemingly over night?
I was there, I remember the change, I can’t remember why it happened.
On top of the purchase price, I’m guessing that having something like this running in your home fab will require more safety equipment than a uv shroud and an air mover to keep things safe/non-deadly.
My biggest regret is losing track of the 9/9/99 shirt I got for preordering my Dreamcast at Funcoland. Sure, it was white and One Size Fits All (fucking 'uuge), but I could have made a pillow out of it or sold it on eBay or something.
I remember the SNES version, slightly better graphics, but sweat instead of blood. With a Game Genie you could tint the sweat red, but it was nowhere near the effect of the blood from the original arcade.
My dad thought I was insane when I asked for a ride to Best buy so I could spend my hard earned lawn care money on a second 16bit system when we already had SNES at home.
Bright side was the Genesis came with Sonic, and there was a mail in coupon for Sonic 2 for free. It said 6-8 weeks for delivery, but it felt like years until it arrived.
I think my life peaked on that day, and I almost wish it had never arrived so I wouldn’t have such a pinprick of joy to compare all of my other life experiences to.
My mother was always bitter that an anniversary ring my father gave her turned out to be synthetic, but I think back in the 80s lab grown diamonds went cloudy after a while.
She could also have been complaining about anything and Everything my father had done 24/7 once the separation and inevitable divorce were in effect.
I don’t see a single neon balisong or RGB karambit. Disappointed.
The sad fact is that I will follow the writers and creatives where they migrate to. William Gibson moved to Bluesky so did I.
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.
I’d wager that teenagers these day are much more aware of data collection and more protective of personal information then they were 10-20 years ago. I could be giving them too much credit, though.
Whenever I see one of these polls being published I imagine how I would have answered them when I was that age, and I would have lied about every negative seeming question.
What if the poll wasn’t really anonymous and this data was going to be passed on to future employers or schools?
I think he meant mobile gaming, like angry birbs and raid shadow candy crunch.
Seriously, my teenage niece is a complete square, but still looks up to me as her cool uncle, so I encourage her straight laced nerdiness.
Hopefully she doesn’t burn out in her 20s and make a series of painful but cool mistakes like I did.
It’s DEI just Equal Opportunity with a fresh coat of paint so racists/misogynists don’t sound like boomers from the 90s when they complain about it?
Hell, the written word destroyed untold generations of oral history.